chirp?chirp chirp chirp!

The old monk's white eyebrows were like snow, his eyes were as big as a bull's, and his nose hung from his mouth. Although his facial features were correct, his face was full of ferocity. He didn't show any compassion from a Buddhist disciple. He waved the sharp sword in his hand, stepped on the body of the giant beast, He smiled pitifully and said, "Is tonight the time when evil spirits are rampant? In this short period of time, I met three demons, who happened to sacrifice blood to the sword of the poor monk!"

As the words fell, he lifted the sharp sword upside down, and the sword peak was as fast as lightning, and pierced straight into the giant beast's chest. , until the giant beast could not make a sound, only gasping heavily, "she" closed her eyes tightly, and no tears flowed anymore.

Hidden in the dense forest, the Yaozun was heartbroken, knowing that coming out at this time would not get him any favors, so he couldn't bear it anymore, shouted: "Stop!", and at the same time drove a spear with demon power, and stabbed at the old monk's face.

The old monk yelled "Good time!", stepped back slightly, and flew back with his sharp sword, slashing fiercely at Yaozun's menacing gun head, the two blades met, and a series of sparks exploded immediately.

The Yaozun took advantage of the gap and stepped in, grabbed the giant beast by both armpits, threw it back, and at the same time used demonic and ingenious powers to get "her" out of this dangerous place.

As soon as he stood still again, he heard the old monk yell "Break", the Yaozun saw his volleying long spear trapped in several sword lights, it was cut into several segments in a blink of an eye, fell to the ground, and disappeared. ash.

"Monster, let's see what skills you have!" The old monk smiled contemptuously, showing his white teeth.

This gun was cultivated by Yaozun's internal alchemy, and now it was destroyed so completely by this bald donkey, Yaozun secretly felt sad, but he also realized that this old monk is as powerful as he is, but he is still the body of an ordinary person, he just needs to deal with it Be careful, although there is no chance of winning, it is not difficult to get out.

At that moment he calmed down, and said to the old monk with a sneer smile: "You talk about 'monster' and shut up 'monster', since you are so bloodthirsty and easy to kill, you are not afraid that what you do will tarnish the innocence of Buddhism?"

The old monk remained silent, with both hands down, the sharp sword flew up, making five points in front of him, the tip of the sword was aimed at the Yaozun, ready to strike.

"You are so eloquent, the mountain man wants to see what kind of monster your real body is."

After putting himself on guard, the old monk Fang took out a palm-sized bronze mirror from the sleeve of his monk's robe, threw it up, and cast a cold light from the bronze mirror, enveloping the demon master.

The Yaozun sneered, and recognized that it was the fairy mirror. He has strong demon power, and he would not be hurt by it, let alone being seen through. If you relax, you will take the opportunity to escape.

Unexpectedly, this opportunity came so easily, the old monk suddenly showed a puzzled look, as if asking a question and muttering to himself: "Aren't you a monster? What are you?"

The murderous aura penetrating his body suddenly decreased, and the tip of the sword that was staring at him was slightly lowered. Seeing the opportunity, the demon master suddenly raised himself up, leaped past the old monk, and turned around to use the golden needle transformed by demon power to temporarily hold the enemy monk in place.

Before he could make a move, the Yaozun suddenly caught sight of something out of the corner of his eyes, and in shock, he stopped all his movements.

It turned out that the old monk was carrying a burden on his back, and on the outside of the burden, there was actually a... dusty chick hanging upside down with a "demon-binding rope".

The Yaozun was deeply suspicious of deceit, and when he looked closely, he couldn't help but his liver and gallbladder were torn, and his anger rose from his heart. The little bird that was tied up with two thin legs and hung outside the bag was exactly what he had been looking for until the sunset. Xiao Lang!

Now Xiao Lang is lifeless and motionless, completely like a dead thing returned by a hunter. The Yaozun let out a long roar, forcefully activated the inner alchemy, and transformed into two spears again, one stabbing from the front, and the other piercing from top to bottom. , the old monk turned around and flew his sleeves, the swords were like rain, and all of a sudden, only the sound of weapons colliding in the air could be heard endlessly.

In the melee, Yaozun saw that the old monk was engrossed in the current battle situation, so he secretly recruited a small stone from the ground, held it in his palm, manipulated the two spears at the same time, crossed into a defensive position, and retreated while fighting.

The old monk was overjoyed when he saw this. Although he was puzzled by the strange and chaotic aura on Yaozun, it was obvious that this sacred creature wanted to fight him to the death. After a hard fight, the opponent retreated, so he immediately stopped thinking about it and took off the rosary string , Chanting the Buddha's name, he will kill the demon master under the sword.

Unexpectedly, the Yaozun waited for this moment, and when he launched an offensive, his own defense was insufficient, and a loophole suddenly appeared.

The Yaozun swept his two spears, flicked away all the swords, and threw the stone in his hand towards the old monk's face, and the stone spun away with a whistling wind.

The old monk was already exhausted when he was the demon master, he was startled immediately, he thought it was the demon master who had another divine weapon close by, and it was too late to dodge, he exerted all his strength in a split second, and then unleashed a sword, flying out from his long sleeves, to meet the opponent. stone.

The attack of the group of swords fighting with the two guns slowed down immediately, and the Yaozun immediately lowered one of the guns, circled around behind the old monk, picked it up lightly, and hung the old monk's bag, including the bag, The chicks picked up the tip of the spear together.

Seeing that the Yaozun had achieved his goal, he didn't want to fight, so he retracted the long spear that was still fighting. The swords lost their targets and stopped in the air.

The Yaozun showed no signs of fear, his figure flashed, and in the blink of an eye he came to the side of the old monk. The old monk stretched out his hand to grab it. The Yaozun bent his fingers into claws, and accurately cut off the Buddhist bead in the old monk's hand. With one blow, he quickly retreated .

The old monk was furious, and threw several scattered Buddhist beads at the evacuated Yaozun.

The figure of the Buddhist bead and the demon master disappeared into the depths of the dense forest at the same time. The old monk silently recited the sword retraction formula, stood there with his white brows furrowed, and thought: This thing obviously has a strong demonic aura on it, especially during the fighting season. A monster with a high level of cultivation——

But why not only could the demon mirror fail to see his real body, but was overwhelmed by an unusual celestial energy and lost its function?

The shape of a fairy?

How could such a thing happen?Just like good and evil, black and white, clear and distinct.

The old monk turned to think about the purpose of the Yaozun's risky move. Could it be that the strange monster has something to do with the baby bird he tamed in the forest?

Although it was impossible to tell what kind of monster bird it was, that little bird was undoubtedly a monster, a monster that had to be eradicated.

The old monk groaned, the more he thought about it, the more unwilling he became, he picked up the beads again, made them into a string, hung them on his chest, and hurriedly followed the direction where the Yaozun disappeared.

Besides, the Yaozun successfully rescued Xiao Lang, and he was determined to stay away from danger. Unexpectedly, two Buddhist beads came to him like flint, and he quickly dodged one, but was hit by the other on his left shoulder, causing pain to the bone marrow.

However, he didn't dare to slow down, he gritted his teeth and hugged the burden and Xiao Lang who didn't know whether he was dead or alive, he didn't dare to use the demon power rashly, for fear that the old monk would find out that he was chasing him, he only relied on his two legs, and rushed to the middle of the mountain He searched the place where he placed the giant beast, and then stopped.

He carefully placed Xiao Lang in the palm of his hand, knelt down and bent over to observe, seeing that the chest of the little gray bird was still rising and falling weakly, he breathed a sigh of relief for a while.

Then check up and down, inside and out, no external injuries were found, but Xiao Lang's immortal energy has almost completely disappeared, Yao Zun couldn't help feeling nervous again, touched the little bird's head, but still saw no reaction from him.

He was thinking of a way, when he suddenly heard a groan as weak as a mosquito under his feet, and then he remembered the huge beast that was seriously injured, and hurriedly turned to "her". Fatal, the wound was still stained by the "demon-removing powder", bloody and bloody, festered to the bone, and the demonic aura was gone, even if it was a ten thousand-year-old demon who had reached the realm of transformation, it would be difficult to save "her".

The giant beast obviously also knew its own fate, "she" looked eagerly at Yaozun, and intermittently said to him: "Please...please, go to Liulin Village...to find...to find..."

"Are you looking for Ms. Zhuo?" Yaozun couldn't bear "her" struggling to death, and hurriedly asked.

The giant beast didn't even have the strength to nod, but it just blinked its eyelids again and again, two lines of muddy tears rolled out of them, and they closed slowly.

The Yaozun was stunned for a moment, although he didn't want to let this kind of corpses be exposed in the wilderness, but he was afraid of a long delay, the old monk came after him, he was not afraid of fighting, but he was afraid that it would be difficult to protect Xiao Lang.

After weighing the balance, the Yaozun was still ruthless, put away the bag he had snatched, gently put Xiao Lang on the front of his chest, turned around and strode away.

When Yao Zun rushed to Liulin Village, the sky was completely dark, except for a few stars reflecting the world, the village was pitch black, and there were no houses with lights.

The Yaozun walked around the village for a while, but he didn't see any inn in the village where he could stay. He felt lost for a moment, and suddenly felt his chest trembling slightly. He couldn't help but look very happy. He reached in and loosely pulled out the little gray fur ball.

Xiao Lang half opened his eyes, his eyes were confused, he didn't know if he recognized Yaozun, he raised his head miserably, let out a "cheep", then lowered his head again, and kicked his two calves.

"Xiao Lang? Xiao Lang?" Yao Zun looked at his weak and powerless appearance, his heart was pierced by a knife, and he called in a low voice.

"grumble……"

The eyes were closed, and the whole body of the bird was trembling uncontrollably, but what Xiao Lang said was "so sleepy".

The Yaozun still couldn't feel the slightest bit of immortal energy from Xiaolang, and he felt more and more that something was wrong, not only was there no immortal energy, but there was a faint hint of evil energy.

How is this going?

Fearing that he would make a mistake, the demon master found under a big tree in the village, sat upright, held Xiao Lang in his hands, and calmed down, but no matter how hard he tried, there was still no sign of the slightest revival of fairy energy in Xiao Lang.

But Xiao Lang's body no longer trembled, he turned over in Yaozun's palm, with his belly facing upwards, his legs curled up naturally, tucked into his abdomen.

He rubbed his head from side to side comfortably, with his mouth half-opened, and continued to sleep deeply.

The Yaozun was dumbfounded when he saw this, and he didn't know whether he should let go of his hanging heart, or continue to worry about this fairy bird with faint evil spirit.

But in an instant he smiled in relief, as long as Xiao Lang is alive and well, it doesn't matter whether he has a monster or a fairy spirit?

Although this matter is strange, but at present, it seems to be no hindrance to Xiao Lang, the Yaozun heaved a sigh of relief, and decided to stay under the tree until dawn, inform "Miss Zhuo" of the death of the giant beast, and then leave.

Just as he closed his eyes to rest his mind, he heard a clear and cold young female voice not far away: "The bird in your hand is a monster."